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Lorraine

Have you ever thought yourself mad? Like you were imagining things? Like something was living inside your head? I felt that way for some time when I was a child, and currently thought so yesterday afternoon when I heard the sound of a crying babe. I zoned into the sound and chased it around on my tiptoes, praying that somehow it was real -the last time I had seen something strange in a garden I ended up not speaking.

It was like a game of hot and cold, and I had to carefully waddle around the garden -no doubt looking like a mad woman to anyone that may have been looking, in search of the source. As I finally neared the marble railings that led to a view of the sea, I felt stumped. And then I heard the sound again, and I looked in all directions, including down into the sea, and still found nothing. Was I going mad? Was I finally going mad? It only kept crying, the babe, like it was trying to lure me in. Was this some kind of sea demon trying to trap me to my death? But I ventured to my right and stood by the corner, noticing a small clearing far below me -like a hidden balcony of sorts. There, to my relief or shock -I had not yet decided, stood a dark haired woman holding a baby, trying to shush it to sleep.

My hair hovered around me as my gaze fixated on the sight before -or below, me. The woman looked more like a girl than anything else, she looked youthful and small...delicate. I could not really make out her features but could hear her tender voice trying to sooth the child, Brynden, she called him. I stayed there, watching in silence without even a hint of stealth, until the baby was calm and there was only the quiet of the ocean. The young woman looked out at the glistening shore and even from such differing heights I could see the sadness in her.

In all the commotion I had myself created I did not realise just what I was dealing with. There was no way this child belonged to anyone that was part of the Casterly Rock staff. I knew that I was not yet an expert at the architecture and layout of Casterly Rock but I knew that there was no way the servants quarters would be within the inlay of the castle. The staff that did live within the main attachment to the castle, as I knew, did not have any newborns. And I was sure since I had taken it upon myself to ask Jaime all about it when we had dinner and he had told me that the only people that stayed remotely close to us were Damion and his wife -and both his children were older than Jaime himself. There was only one possible explanation for the identities of the woman and child standing somewhere beneath me; That woman is Roslin Frey.

Or Roslin Tully, whichever one she'd prefer, though I don't think i'll be getting the opportunity to ask now.

I returned to my rooms in a hurry that day, and waited patiently for Jaime there so that I could ask him about it. But the moment the door opened and he had greeted me my mind went blank, what could I possibly ask him? What could he possibly tell me that I did not already know? Something just did not sit well with me, and I could not yet bring it up when I did not exactly know what to say about it. So I indulged my husband in somewhat distracted company and tried to keep my straying thoughts to a minimum, instead choosing to detail to him my plans for the garden.

"Oh? And when do you plan to get started, my lady?" He had asked, his finger tracing the material over my knee in circles.

"Tomorrow" He raised his eyebrows at me then in feign shock and mumbled something about how "impressive" that was. I had swatted his hand away and we resumed in our light conversation about the state of things and the staff.

That night I could not bring myself to retire with him, seeing the Tullys still had me somewhat disturbed. And so I urged Jaime to let himself go to sleep without me as he had said he needed to wake up at first light to meet a ship coming in at the docks and I had claimed that I had slept too much and was not tired. Jaime had made some sort of lewd remark about making me tired, and as he bit my ear I briefly considered letting him. But not tonight, I eventually gestured as much to him and he retreated -defeated.

I eventually joined him far later into the night, passing the time with embroidery -I had started a small Lion crest to sew on to one of his shirts, and eventually my weariness caused me to poke a number of holes into my thumb and I finally relented. Not yet braving to sleep so naked next to my bare husband I settled myself in his arms and willed myself to sleep, thinking of Brynden...what an unusual name.

And now, here I stood, removing the weeds from the rose bush. I understood that we were not in the Reach and we were not the bloody Tyrells, but by the Gods could no one bring themselves to at least pull these weeds out before they annihilated the entire south garden? I had woken a little after Jaime as it was still early in the morning, and dressed myself quickly and made my way to the south garden (which was still the only place I could find with no issue). I had the opportunity to meet and acquaint myself with some servants who had been passing by and wondered if I needed any help with the garden and I had undeniably enlisted them and their efforts to my cause. It felt good, getting something done, but it was hard labor and not something I wished to do in a corset.

After I had done what I thought was enough I excused myself from the handy boy after giving him a list of what supplies I needed to regrow and repurpose the garden. Stopping another servant I happened upon on my way back I wrote to them that I would be needing water for a bath, as I was all but leaving a trail of filth behind me. In my state of sweat and dirt, I walked in to my lounging area to find my husband already there -waiting for me.

"Good day so far?" He asked jovially. I nodded to him before registering the folded packet sitting next to him on the sofa -which I took no time to point to.

"Always so eager, little wife. I have something for you." He stood up then, carelessly tearing the delicate film of paper wrapped around whatever was in it. He unfolded it and held it up so it tumbled down. It was a dress.

It was a plain, off-white dress. It had shorter sleeves that went up three quarters of the way, a ribbon tied at the front and a soft clench at the waist. The rest of it flowed freely down to the floor, no embellishments, no patterns, no design and most of all, no need for a corset. I had never in my life been so grateful for a dress.

I had to stop myself from hugging the fresh new linen as I recalled just how dirt-covered I was. Instead I moved my hand to the side of the dress and drew it back slightly to look upon the expectant face of my husband.

"I love it" I motioned, and his face lit up with pride.

"Thought you could use something more comfortable." I could almost kiss him if I was not so filthy.

Just then, the maid that I had asked for water knocked and I remembered myself. Holding the door open to let her in, I found my husband taking his leave in exchange for her entrance. My accusatory glance did nothing to dissuade him,

"Enjoy your bath, you filthy kitten." He said as he left -but not before he kissed my filthy cheek.

Jaime

The smile of pride Jaime had on out of pride of giving Lorraine some semblance of happiness was swiftly wiped off as soon as he entered Edmure Tully's chambers. The gloominess of the receiving room made the rest of the Rock seem like an everlasting summer parade. It was darker than the rest, due to its lower levels and it smelled even more strongly of the sea than his own room.

It had to be done sometime, he was bound to come here. He had to face them, if not to explain what would come than to at least remind them just who's home they were being kept in.

"Lost your way, Lannister?" Jaime he heard the voice come from the unmoving figure by the window, darkened by the loom of the arches above him.

I could ask you the same thing, he had almost responded but held back. For once, he did not know how, he held back. He still needed something from Edmure, and that meant that he had to display some level of diplomacy in the situation. So, disregarding Edmure's earlier comment, Jaime took another step forward, trying to peer in and look at his hostage,

"Someone had to check if you were well." Edmure finally turned his face to Jaime's and it cleared up in front of the faint light from the window. Edmure Tully may have been well, as in not dead, but he was by no means happy.

The last time Jaime had seen Edmure was at Riverrun, Edmure's family seat and birthright, and Jaime had forced him to surrender it and threatened that if he did not the only way he would see his child was by way of the catapult Jaime would launch it in. So no, Jaime had very little hope of this meeting going on smoothly.

Edmure's face seemed to contort in some kind of disgust before he could bring himself to speak again, instead turning his face into a bitter smile as he scoffed out,

"Yes, I did hear of your arrival. Servants seemed excited. They also told me that you were the new Lord of Casterly Rock, the rightful Lord Lannister. How convenient that all is for you, Kingslayer." He turned back to look out briefly before returning his gaze to Jaime with a look that would burn holes if it could, "You've even married. Allow me to offer you my congratulations. A Marbrand is it? Tell me, Kingslayer, does she suck your cock to the sound of you humming out the names of all the men you've wronged?"

It took every ounce of common sense he had, but somehow Jaime found the strength not to bash the foolish Trout's face into the window and throw him out into the Sunset Sea. Limb by limb. Taking in a discrete breath, he only grinned -surprising even himself. I have to stay calm.

"You'll not forget, my lord Edmure, who it is you're speaking to. You'll not forget by who's good grace you are allowed to live comfortably -or at all. Though I imagine that won't be very hard to forget." He spat through gritted teeth, trying to reign in his self control.

Still casually lounging back in his seat, Edmure retorted knowing full well he was beginning to get the best of the Lannister Lion. You fool, the Lion has already eaten the fish.

"Oh and I am to just sit here and give you my respect? There is no respect to be given. Detain me as you wish, but I will not cower down and suck off the man that stood in my own father's study, in my home, and took it all away from me. Let alone that because of your family my wedding will forever be known as a bloodbath. Because of your family, someone put an arrow through my nephew's heart and slit my sister's throat."

The air was thick with accusations and with the blood of those that had died. Jaime could not feel guilty for it, but somehow wished it had never happened -somehow then he would not be put into this awfully impossible situation. He sighed.

"Regardless. You may spew your words at me all you like, i'm not new to profanities nor am I sensitive to any insults -I've been told far worse things than that. But I will not have you disrespect my wife or speak ill of her. She has nothing to do with this, and so I would suggest you keep any talk of her out of your damned mouth."

Edmure's smile only widened to show his puzzled teeth and breathed in comically before speaking again,

"Oh I bet she's a looker, isn't she? Servants said that Lady Lorraine is beautiful, must be why you like her so much. I must ask, where is the Lady Lannister? Am I not her hostage as well as yours? Do tell her to come visit, will you? I'm sure she would be lovely company." He eyed Jaime squarely, emphasising his final words. And Jaime, once again, had to calm himself. But even with his calm demeanor, he could not stop the bitterness seeping into his words and his voice.

"You should thank me you know, better yet your wife should. I have given you no choice but to be loyal to only her. You, Edmure Tully, will likely never touch another woman again."

"Then I thank the Gods the woman I have with me is a darned beautiful one. One who is, by the way, laying our son to sleep in the adjoining room. By the Gods, Jaime Lannister of all men has the gall to speak to me about loyalty."

"Then I suppose you'd better keep your outbursts to yourself." He retorted with a faux smile.

"What is it you want then Lannister? Of course, I would not expect you to know that it is dishonourable for a free man to gloat to an imprisoned one."

"I did not come here to gloat. It was my duty to check on you, and so I have done. I will not bother you again today. I will leave you to your sulking." He turned on his heels to leave, suddenly bored by company that could so readily speak to him -there was no challenge in decoding Edmure Tully's insults -everything that came out of that man's mouth directed at Jaime was an insult of sorts.

Before he could reach over to the door handle Edmure's voice interrupted his escape,

"One more thing Kingslayer, how is your sister fairing? Terrible news."

He stopped dead in his tracks. Blanched by the sudden anger that was threatening to burst, he turned to face Edmure once more, Gods I'm already sick of your face, and with a sinister voice he returned,

"Far better than any of yours, it seems."

"I wouldn't count her so lucky, just yet. Public executions are proving quite popular as of recent...my lord."

He almost shook with wrath and had his eyes pinned at Edmure with a monstrous glaze to them. But he would not, could not, show him that his words effected him -it was a political advantage he could not yet risk. All he wanted to was to thrash the side table down on the floor and use one of the wooden legs to stab Edmure's eyes, even the primal part of him knew it would not fair well.

So again, through gritted teeth, Jaime muttered,

"Good day to you, Lord Edmure." And with a smile, he slammed the door and closed the latch roughly behind him, bitterly hoping Edmure's babe would wake just to spite him.

Stalking in a heavy march with no particular direction Jaime fumed at the gall of his prisoner, and the immobility his position gave him. He could not do anything. If it were up to him Edmure Tully, who is most unworthy to even speak Lorraine's name, would not stay here another minute. If it were up to him he would have him gone -be it to King's Landing or on a rocky cliff somewhere, he did not care.

His head was about to explode, and it felt like all the frustration that had built up over the past moon had finally come to a head. He would never concern himself with what Edmure Tully thought of him. It matters not. Edmure Tully knows nothing about me. And I am now a man worthy of Lorraine.

Was he really, though? What had Jaime done to deserve someone like Lorraine? Was it up to him to become worthy of her?

Angered by the sudden injustice of the thought, he directed his new rage at his new wife.

She is far from perfect. She will not even lie with me. She is a coward. I will not let Lorraine or Edmure Tully make a fool out of me.

It angered him to no end realising the lengths he had gone through to accommodate Lorraine when she had all but disregarded him. What did she give him, really? Quieting him only with a few kisses like he was some boy, how was she so different to Cersei in that way? All Cersei did was manipulate him and exchange kisses amongst other things for control. And that's what it felt like, like Lorraine had some sort of control over Jaime. I will not be made a fool of in my home. If he was paying attention to himself it would have alarmed him how similar he sounded to his father just then.

Finding himself at the door of his chambers he burst the door open to find Lorraine, now again the subject of his frustrations, sitting on a lounging chair, apparently waiting with what seemed to be a piece of embroidery in her hands. Before she could register his angry eyes she shot up out of her seat, prepared to greet him with a smile.

Jaime took her aback with the sheer force of the kiss he bestowed upon her -violent and fierce, wanting to take its rights.

For the first time, Lorraine did not reciprocate his kiss but instead forcibly pushed him away by the shoulders to examine him. Staring at him with a look of question he cast her questions aside and moved to kiss her once again. She struggled to move out but his grip was already tight on her and he forcibly lay claim to her lips once more.

She felt like lead in his arms, squirming not quite away from him but only enough to question him. Letting his primal wants take control of him he spun her around and pushed her against the table. His hands moved quickly to cup her breasts, the same ones he had so longed to taste since that night that seemed to have occurred moons ago, and roughly squeezed and pulled at whatever her dress would allow him to. She fought him more then, trying to move his grip away so she could escape but he had her pinned between his hard self and the table. Letting his stubble graze at her neck and sucking at her ear, the place he knew she liked, he moved his free hand down to his breeches -his other hand still firmly gripped around her waist.

Unexpectedly, she elbowed him then -or at least tried to, for her movement was too limited by their close proximity, and in retaliation Jaime pushed her firmly closer to the table,

"Enough of this. Enough waiting."

She whined out in response and so he licked what he could from her exposed skin and began bunching up her skirts, still struggling to free himself from his own breeches.

He was lost in her, and for a moment he enjoyed the side of him that he had lost, taking. He taking what he wanted, what was his by all rights and it felt good. He was too far gone, too intoxicated by the mere smell of her to be afraid of what that meant.

Her skirts were almost bunched up to her sacred place and he could feel the soft cream of her thighs, her movements now more desperate and his frustration only growing. She was heaving out, like a frightened animal, trying to move his hands away or scratching at the back of his leather doublet. You should learn not to fight me, he thought to himself and grazed his teeth upon her neck, closing his eyes to revel in what was to come. The pleasure, the pain, a complete disregard to any consequences, just like old times.

"Jaime, no."

His eyes opened wide, and he stilled. Shell-shocked for what he had just thought he heard, and the realisation of what he was about to do, Jaime loosened his grip on his wife's skirts and around her waist, moving away slightly to give them both room to breathe.

"Did you...what did you just say?"

Lorraine

Everything went still. All the madness, all the craziness and lewdness that seemed to have consumed Jaime just moments ago had been drained, and there was nothing but silence.

"What did you just say?" Did he expect me to explain? Did he expect me to speak again?

He had driven me to it, for the first time during the entire time I had known Jaime Lannister I was truly afraid of him.

I turned to him sharply, unwilling to let myself be ashamed of what I had done when he had been all too willing to dishonour me so. I willed the tears that had been stinging my eyes not to leave, but one trickled down my cheek as I looked upon Jaime in the state we were both in.

His breeches were unbuckled and parts of my skirt were torn as was the top part of my corset due to his roughness. And even through his gloomy shame he still managed to look me in the eyes like somehow throughout all this I had been the one to wrong him.

"What did you say, Lorraine." And I shook my head. He will never hear me speak again. I swear it.

"Speak!" His voice shook me, and once again I was afraid.

"Why don't you speak? What are you so afraid of? Why Lorraine?" Even I could mistake his voice for comfort at that moment.

"Speak Lorraine! Speak to me." He moved his arms out towards me and from there on only my instincts could take over. And my first instinct was to run away from him, to run away from my husband.

With the tears still falling freely from my face I turned around swiftly and ran to the other bedroom, the element of surprise probably being the only reason Jaime did not immediately catch me. I slammed the door behind me as fast as I could, somehow managing to bring down the latch on the unfamiliar handle, effectively locking myself in.

Jaime, on the other side of the door, fiddled with the handle and I could hear him take a deep breath in and step back,

"Lorraine, open the door." I could not even touch the door. I could not move.

"Lorraine you're acting like a child. Open the door." Still, my limbs froze and even the sound of his growls could not inspire movement in my muscles.

"You will open this door for me now!" Another tear spilled down my cheek. Why was I crying? What had I done? I've made a horrible mistake.

BANG!

My chest hurt now and my heart wheezed out in my moment of weakness.

BANG!

I moved to the door and slid my back down, burying my head into my knees and letting myself cry in silence in response to the continued furious bangs on the door.

"Lorraine. Lorraine i'm sorry." I could only cry now, why was I so weak?

"I beg you, Lorraine open this door. I'm so sorry." I will not let him get the better of me.

Wiping my tears from my face as my frame still shuddered from the trauma I somehow muted the rest of Jaime's ramblings -ranging from madness to apologies to resumed aggression until there was silence. And until then, I examined the room. The room that was so like mine, so like ours. But this one lacked the warmth ours would have had, it lacks Amber's cot and lacks Jaime holding me to his chest at night. I wondered, would I ever bear to let my husband touch me again? Suddenly my life was sad, and I marveled at all the decisions I had made and whether I could have ever seen this coming.

He had been so good to me just hours beforehand. He had been kind and thoughtful and I thought we were well on our way to something akin to understanding, finally. I had washed and cleaned and combed my hair and was ready for us to take the next step that was not merely "duty" or "what had to be done" but an act of mutual want and pleasure, but not like this. I had been waiting for him, to show him the crest I had made for him and ease in to the subject of the Tullys and their current situation in our household, but I had not even the chance to greet him before he had attacked me so.

I thought of the Lion crest as I lay still on the floor, now looking up at the ceiling unaware of any noise coming from the outside, and I thought about how it probably lay somewhere on the floor -disregarded and invisible just like I had been.

I had never seen Jaime so angry before. We had had our disagreements, of course, but this I had a feeling had nothing to do with me. Whatever it was it somehow made him think he had any right to treat me as such. Perhaps he thought that was his right, as my husband. The thought angered me to no end, that Jaime felt he had some sort of right to play the victim or as the betrayed just because of my mere act of defense. And I in turn felt betrayed that he had made a victim out of me. Me, Lorraine Marbrand, have now become subjected to a sort of trauma and it's all thanks to my foolish husband. But I had thought that that was not what I had understood him wanting when he proposed. How foolish must that sound now? "But I thought" You thought nothing, Lorraine. Men lie. People lie.

And I lie. For I had spoken, and broken the rules of my comfortable existence.

I slept on the floor that night, I had not even known when but I simply drifted off. And though I wished I could remember the days where I would wake up in the mornings and run to Elaine's room where I would tell her all about my dreams and she would paint them, I had never felt so grateful for a dreamless night until now.

I'll be honest I was planning on keeping a lid on this for a little while.

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